The Seashell

A scary story for kids about Kim, a young seashell collector who gets to go on the best trip ever: camping at the beach. But what was once a dream, turns into a nightmare.

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Episode Transcript

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Welcome to Scary Story kids. Myname is Edwin, and today's story is
about a young girl and her familywho bring her along for a camping trip
in one of her favorite places inthe world, but now it has become
a place that she only visits inher nightmares. Are you ready? Here

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we go? Kimberly's mom had ahabit to point out to the ocean or
any body of water that they sawwhile they were in the car, But
this time, Kimberly was the firstto spot it. It was up ahead,
the sun shining brightly against the darkblue waves. There's a certain smell

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to the ocean, isn't there?Kimberly or Kim for short, was it
sure? If she liked it?It reminded her of the can of sardines
that her dad opened and spilled allover the kitchen counter. Still, kim
knew that this was going to bethe best day ever. Her birthday was
coming up. It was going tobe on a Wednesday this year, so

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as a surprise, her dad saidthey would be going to the beach the
weekend before. They were at thecamping store when she found out chopping around
for a tent. Kind of unusualwhen you think about it. But Kim
was quickly able to put it together. They were going camping at the beach.

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She thought of the bonfire of countingstars, hot chocolate, collecting seashells,
and hot dogs. Oh, thiswas going to be the best.
She helped out her dad bring outsome of the chairs and bags. The
beach had these nice cement rings whereyou could start a fire, but Kim
was disappointed to find out that shewould have to wait until nighttime to be

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able to start it. You won'tbe able to see the fire right now,
her dad said. You play inthe water with mom, and when
you come back, we'll put everythingtogether. Kim looked at her dad and
then over at mom. Go on, he said, gently pushing her from
the middle of her back, andshe joined her mom over by the shore,

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splashing and jumping around the sand forhours. It wasn't until she saw
her dad coming up toward the waterwhen she realized just how long his shadow
was. The sun was about toset. It's time for us to dry
up, her mom said, walkingup and away from the water. We're

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going to start getting cold. Justa little bit longer, please, Kim
asked. Her dad said that shecould go walk around her for a bit
longer, but not to go intothe water anymore. She needed her hair
to be dry. Kim agreed andinstead started walking around the sand looking for
seashells. You see, one ofher friends from school had shown her a

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collection of them, of all differentsizes and colors, some from far away
places her parents took her to.Kim, of course, wanted her own
collection of seashells. It didn't takelong for her to spot when she liked
it was orange and pink. Shekept walking around and found a gray one,

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a white one, and one sosmall she could barely hold onto it
with her two fingers. The shadowswere getting darker and slowly vanishing. The
sky that was a deep orange wasnow turning purple. She had to hurry
up. She wanted the biggest,most beautiful seashell to show her friends back

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at school, and she hadn't foundit yet. But she had to keep
searching, and so she walked upand down the beach until it got dark,
and then she could hear her dadcalling her yet started the fire already
just a minute. She yelled back, looking desperately for the perfect seashell,
but it was dark now. Shecould barely see her own feet in the

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sand. By this point, ifshe paid close enough attention, she could
almost see that some of the seashellsin the sand were moving. She looked
out into the ocean, the foamof the waves rising up into the air
before disappearing. Still, she neededto find that perfect seashell I have one.

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Suddenly she heard a voice from behindher. There was a young girl
about her age standing just a fewsteps behind her, holding something in her
hands. It was strange because,even though the beach was so dark that
even the water disappeared, Kim couldclearly see this little girl's face. Kim's

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eyes couldn't get away from what thisgirl was holding, large beautiful, glowing
shell. All of her friends wouldask her where she got it from,
and ah even ask her to borrowit. Of course, she would say
no, Can I see it?Kim asked this stranger, this little girl,
alone at the beach. No,she said, no, her voice

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just a little deeper. Now.Kim looked around, only seeing the fire
her dad had started in the wholebeach. No other cars were parked in
the parking lot, no other familieswere around. Please Kim asked, pointing
to the seashell. No, no, the little girl roared. Kim was

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in shock. She stayed quiet asthis little girl began to smile. It
was the only thing Kim could see. The rest of her face had started
to get darker, and only herlarge white teeth were showing. But then
this little girl turned toward the oceanand at full speed, splashing against the
waves. The darkness, Kim wasable to see the shell right on the

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sand, right by where the waterhad just left. Kim was about to
run after it, but she rememberedthat she was not allowed to go and
get wet all over again, andso she waited. The glowing seashell nowt
right against the sand. The waterhad just backed off from the shore for
just an instant, an opportunity thatKim took as she ran four or five

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splashing steps into the wet sand.She picked up the seashell with both hands
and ran back onto the dry heapof sand behind her. She looked around,
but there were no signs of thelittle girl anywhere. Kim squinted her
eyes, trying to find the shapeof the girl somewhere along the water,
but she wasn't there anymore? Orwas she confused? Kim turned back toward

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the ocean and lifted up the seashell, almost as large as the plates they
had at home. It was glowingwhite and had beautiful ridges. It was
perfect. Hey, you let's go. Fire is ready? Her dad startled
her. Kim put the seashell behindher back and walked behind him toward the

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fire, stopping to look around onelast time for this little girl. And
for the rest of the night,Kim and her family ate, made hot
chocolate, told stories, and goteverything ready to go to sleep. Kim
checked her bag one last time tomake sure the seashell was still there,
and it was. The fire wasdying out when they all went inside the

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tent. Kim had the side closestto the window of it. She could
see the ocean from there, andit didn't take long before her dad started
snoring. But something bothered her,and no, not the snoring. It
was what had happened Earth about thelittle girl? How did she disappear like

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that? Even though Kim was tirednow, she couldn't go to sleep and
instead zipped open the window of thetent just a little more. The moon
was finally visible just over the water. And that's when she heard something rustling
outside. Kim froze, and thenshe heard a whisper. Give me back

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my seashell, said. Kim lookedout toward the window of the tent,
which was really just a piece ofcloth to keep the bugs out, but
instead she saw only the moon outthere over the water. She looked toward
the bag where she had hidden theseashell. Give me back my seashell,

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it cried. Kim looked around tosee her mom crawled up against the wall
of the tent and her dad stillsnoring right next to her. Give me
back my seashell, my seashell.Kim looked out toward the ocean. The
moon was getting bigger now, lookingas if it was coming closer to the

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tent. Everything was dead quiet,now one of those still moments of the
ocean. Give me back my Seashell, Seashell. The voice was right outside
the tent and gathering all of hercourage. Kim peeked out the window,
only to realize that she had notbeen seeing the moon out there. It

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was a glowing face of the littlegirl. In a panic, she screamed
and grabbed her bag and took outthe seashell and tossed it out the window
of the tent. Her parents wokeup, she explained what she had seen,
the little girl's face, the seashell, and the cries she kept hearing.

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Her parents were convinced that she hadbeen dreaming the whole thing, and
instead asked her to zip up thewindow and try to get some sleep.
Kim only remembered being woken up bythe sound of her dad folding up the
chairs the next morning. Good morning, Kimmy, he said, you ready
to go. She thought that herparents were probably right, she might have

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dreamed the whole thing, and sothey made their way toward the parking lot
when they spotted a familiar item.It was like a statue, an ornament
in the shape of a seashell,large against a sidewalk. Kim became a
little nervous. It reminded her ofher terrible night, and as he got

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closer, the message written underneath itbecame clear. In memory of little Sandy
volvedy, may you keep collecting beautifulsea shells forever. Scary Story Kids is

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written by me Edwin Garrubias. Ifyou have an idea for a story drawings
about what you heard or your owntales of horror. Your parents can get
in touch with me over at scarystorykidsdot com, and if you like the
stories you heard, tell a friendabout them. Thank you very much for
listening. Keep it scary everyone,So you assume